"Song Qian, why are you here?”
Tong Wenjie was the first to receive Li Meng's call, so she rushed over immediately.
Although Song Qian was close to the school, she was in the shower when Li Meng called, so she didn't receive the call immediately.
Because of this, Tong Wenjie arrived at the same time as Song Qian.
"Wenjie, why are you here? Did something happen to Fang Yifan?”
"The teacher said that he was fighting with a student, so he asked me to come over and deal with it. Are you here because of Yingzi?”
"No, it's because of Cao Hang."
Song Qian couldn't help but recall what happened last night when she mentioned Cao Hang.
"Cao Hang, is that the child who came back from abroad and entrusted himself to your family?”
"Yeah, Teacher Li Meng said that he rode a motorcycle worth more than two million yuan to school. How dangerous is this motorcycle?”
"More than two million?"
"Yeah, his parents are spoiling him too much.”
Tong Wenjie was now a little curious about Cao Hang, the child who was entrusted to Song Qian's family.
After all, a child who could ride a two-million-dollar motorcycle meant that his family was very rich.
However, this child had just returned from abroad, so his studies would definitely not be able to keep up.
Tong Wenjie's head hurt even more when she thought about studying.
After all, her son's academic performance was really hard to describe in a few words.
He was already in his third year of high school, but his results could not even pass the undergraduate line. How could he still have the mood to care about others?
Under such circumstances, Tong Wenjie and Song Qian soon arrived at Li Meng's office.
Ji Yangyang's mother, Liu Jing, had also arrived.
"Since you're all here, let me talk about Cao Hang first.”
Seeing that the three parents had arrived, Li Meng poured a glass of water for them and then began to talk.
The matter between Fang Yifan and Ji Yangyang was a little serious. After all, the two of them had a fight.
Moreover, Ji Yangyang had just said that his sports car had been scratched. This was related to a certain financial problem.
However, Cao Hang's matter was simple. He just had to stop Cao Hang from riding a bicycle to school in the future.
No, he was asking Cao Hang not to ride his bike for the time being.
At the very least, he couldn't ride a bike until the end of the college entrance examination.
"Teacher Song, Cao Hang is entrusted to your family, so you should control him. It's not right for a third-year student to ride a motorcycle that costs millions to study.”
Song Qian used to be a teacher at Spring Breeze Middle School.
In addition, she was Qiao Yingzi's mother, so she was naturally very familiar with Li Meng, the form teacher.
"Teacher Li, don't worry. I'll handle this matter. I'll definitely not let Cao Hang ride a bike in the future.”
"Okay, then I'll have to trouble Teacher Song to let him ride the bike back first. You have to follow him in case something goes wrong.”
"Alright, alright."
After Song Qian finished speaking, she looked at Cao Hang.
"Xiao Hang, let's go. We'll send the car back first.”
What else could Cao Hang say?
Since Song Qian had already been invited to the school, he could only do as she was told.
However, Song Qian's house was relatively close to the school. At most, she could just walk to school in the future.
Therefore, Cao Hang followed Song Qian out of Li Meng's office.
"Xiao Hang, when did you buy that motorcycle? And how could your parents buy you such an expensive motorcycle?”
"Plus, this motorcycle is so dangerous. You're still a child. You can't ride such a dangerous thing in the future.”
Cao Hang knew that Song Qian was a strong person.
And now, she was entrusted to her family.
If she didn't agree, then his motorcycle could only be used as a collection.
"Auntie Song Qian, I'm already an adult. Didn't you already know last night?”
Cao Hang's words instantly blocked Song Qian's words.
However, Song Qian still looked around. After making sure that there was no one around, she looked in Cao Hang's direction.
"Didn't we just treat this matter as a dream and not mention it in the future?”
"Then don't stop me from riding.”
"But motorcycles are so dangerous, and you're only one.”
Song Qian didn't even dare to say that Cao Hang was just a child.
After all, Cao Hang was already 18 years old.
Moreover, he also knew that Cao Hang was indeed not a child last night.
"Alright, then you can only ride on weekends in the future. You're not allowed to ride on school days.”
After all, he was a pushover.
And it was a verb.
Therefore, Song Qian could only negotiate with Cao Hang like this.
"Alright, then it's settled.”
Cao Hang didn't want to dwell on this matter any longer. He brought Song Qian to his car and handed her a helmet.
"Aunt Song Qian, put it on. I'll drive you back.”
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